The Ponderance of Crossroads

I shared one of my poems with a friend of mine recently and his response upon reading it was: "You seem to have such a thing about time. Like everything happens in this hourglass and then it's just gone".

Maybe that's why I have pondered excessively each time I came up on a crossroad of the human kind. When I was younger I seemed to be much more casual about it. Shrugging it off as just a normal occurrence in each of our lives. But as I have gotten older, it felt like I had a succession of encounters where I instinctively knew that I would miss this person if they were no longer around. I had that sense that I came into their lives because they called me into their existence. And as we neared the crossroads of our separate ways it just seemed so difficult to release and focus on my path. Like my work wasn’t done yet. I always thought that it was the other that still had so much more to benefit from or learn from our encounters.

I have actually come to believe that it is indeed me that was in need for continued lessons no matter that the other appeared to have a more desperate need than me. The difference is that I opened up to the universe's constant conversation with me via providing me with the encounters with these specific souls. And the other person remains with that same casual attitude of my younger years.

So now I make the concerted effort to keep in touch until the last grain of sand falls through the hourglass , indicating that my lesson is complete. And I leave it up to the other person to turn over the hourglass if they feel like our time is not up yet.